The next day I confronted Jason about the weird car thing. He said that he had given me his number in the high school parking lot and then we both headed our separate ways. I told him that I don’t remember anything and that he was nuts. He asked the same question my mom asked though, “You feeling alright?”
Something was messed up, and for the past week I have convinced myself that I am going mental. This is a moment in my life that I am nuts.
Me and Jason have gotten closer though, talking, texting, and even thinking of hanging out tonight. I’ve gotten closer to him, and tonight we’re going bowling.
It’s weird how good of friends were are beginning to become. Having so much in common. I’m convinced that I am in love him, but deep down that it will have to be a secret. The sad part is, I know the closer I get to him, the more dangerous it will be.
Courtney is always pissed at me, for no reason sometimes. She has everyone convinced she’s a good girl and has an outstanding friendship with everyone in the school. One time she wrote “Gross whore” on my locker in spray paint, and all the teachers thought I was lying. “Courtney is an outstanding student and would never do anything like that.” “She is the nicest student in this school and beloved by this community, how dare you say such a thing?” What a lying bitch.
Jason had told her that he was hanging out with someone. She asked who. So he told her my name and she confronted me two days ago saying that if I stole her “man” she’d cut me. I’d love for her to do that, so it would prove a point, my point. She’s not what she looks like. I realized something, after she began hating me, looks can be deceiving.
Jason’s Ranger pulled up into my driveway. When I got in he gave me a smile, all teeth out and said, “Ready?”
“Yeah, hate to tell you that I haven't bowled since middle school.”
He nodded, “And I haven't went bowling since I was like five.”
We both shared a small laugh, then went to a small diner a few blocks away. We sat in there and ate, talking about how life is filled with ugly people.
“You know, Courtney may be pretty on the outside, but she is ugly on the inside.
“I know. She’s been that way from the day I meet her. Not to be mean to her because she says she “loves me” but I hate her.”
“Then why date her?”
“Because I have to. Its a complicated thing between our families.”
“Have you ever cheated on her?”
“Define cheating.”
“You know like, having S.E.X.”
“No. Not even with her.”
“You telling me you haven’t had sex with that chick?”
“I have, like the first month when we started dating eachother, but after awhile she just became, annoying.” His voice changed, and he imitated Courtney. “‘Babe it’s our mouth and two week anniversary, why am I the only person who cares about this relationship?’”
I laughed, it seemed as if he was just in this relationship to do that behind her back. “‘Let’s go out tonight, party or sometimes it is ‘babe why do we ever have sex anymore, am I ugly?’” He mocked.
“That is something I can totally see her doing.”
“Right.” he took a bit of a his burger. “I don’t know. All I know is she isn’t going to make it in college. Her grades are good in the guy teachers classes but in her female teachers, she’s failing.”
